“Oh, Stian, we were so worried about you.”“We were afraid that we’d never see you again.”I carefully hugged both the girls back, but I also ...oticed how Saga looked at us and soon turned her head away.“I promised you that I’d return with the girls.”“But you got wounded.”“Yes, that was my mistake. I’ll promise to be more careful in the future.”“In the future? Will they come again? To our village?”“No, I don’t think they’ll come again. For sure, they won’t come for this village, since they are. Good then, your first assignment is due on Friday, five pages, double spaced, and completed on a word processor. Thank you Mr. Blair. And with that pronouncement she spun and left the classroom.For three days John tried to piece together some sort of essay, but he couldn't find a topic he really liked. The only thing that was on his mind most of the time was sex and he didn't figure that would fly as an initial story for an English assignment. Although John was a virgin, he had read a lot about. Her fingernails dug into the soles of his feet. Memories of his sister tickling him as a child until he begged for mercy. She’s using her nails as spurs to confirm my rhythm, he realised, rising into her pussy as her nails scratched back along his feet, and again, and again. His firm belly pressed at her round cheeks, his balls pushed against her thighs, his penis must be half-way to her heart now. He let his rhythm increase like hers had done, his stomach bashed against her butt like the ocean. The video didn't stop recording, but oh, how I wish it had. Acouple minutes later, I walked back into the room holding Jack's handtightly and exclaiming how happy I was to see him. So this is your room,Jamie?" Jack asked. Jack had been James' friend for years so Mother andTammie didn't seem too surprised that Jack was so comfortable aroundJames. I lay on the bed with Jack next to me. I unbuttoned his shirt andstarted playing with this chest and he rubbed his hands on my breasts,commenting that.